Death
The day goes by.
I still wish you were on my side.
To laugh and have fun.
But, your day has come.
There will be no more laughs, only tears.
I will feel pain, with horrible fears.
I still miss you.
You died too young.
I would give my left lung to have you back.
That’s a true fact.
You left me here to cry.
But I let you die.
Written by gary
Submitted by gary
Written by gary
Submitted by gary